Transformations
Like a bear or werewolf
in a suit and tie,
silk stockings,
good wool coat,
Domesticated,
cooking meals,
laundering the bedclothes,
fingering my rosary beads.
And all the while
my claws grow longer;
during dinner conversation
I feel my own fangs
bite into my cheek.
Shaggy heart awakens
to household smells
of dung and blood.
Such a show of contemplation
A black bear writing poetry,
A werewolf reading verse.
Only listen:
Just beyond this room
the damp warm night is breathing.
I will rip the glasses from my muzzle,
throw the pen across the desk,
I will burst forth into the
hissing moonlight.
Believe me when I tell you
I will tear the beating heart
Out of your breast.
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